***Much thanks to SleeperyJim for his outstanding work editing.*** Rachel Delmar was in a truly foul mood. She was pacing back and forth near the bonfire in the center of the camp and throwing murderous glares at anyone who got too close. Not that many did get close because it was the middle of the night and they were all on lookout duty. Her plan wasn't...
Hey all! Annabelle here with the next chapter of HFHM! To start with, this story is written chapter style. Book One started in Chapter One. Book Two started in Chapter 13 and goes until now. It would be best for you to start at either of those chapters to get caught up on what is going on! Also, a quick note. I received several letters from readers after t...
**Ok, we continue with the tale. It's a little tough scratching around for proper names for this area and the groups of people at the time. Just so you know and don't get confused, to the Amorites (Martu), the title "Ba'al" hearkened back to an old god for them, and it was a word in common usage all over to denote a great man, or a lord, or even the head of...
**Note to readers: Oh man, I've really written myself into a corner with this one. For the Witch's Want tale, I wanted a guy out of antiquity - a fearsome warrior with a legend. So I picked a name. There seemed to be enough things in Sumerian history for it to work. Ok, that was before I read the rest. I've just found out that their son, Ur-Nammu, had a...
All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact author through profile. I originally submitted this story in interracial love, but as it's progressing, it's becoming much more fantasy based. I highly recommend reading the pre...
Author's Note: This story was edited by Tim413413. I thank him for his time and making me a better writer - or at least look like a better writer. Painting in autumn was a mistake. I now realized that, but it was too late to stop. The wind kept sending dead leaves into the newly-painted fence, giving it a festive look. I had to stop every few minutes to p...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Julias~~ A sleeping Kindred is not really sleeping. Instead, they are nearly in torpor, an undead coma. When the sun disappears, they wake in an almost jarring pulse of energy from their dead body jamming vitae through their limbs. Older Kindre...
Chapter 3: The Christmas Party Anxiety hangs like a thick fog in my car as I near the house. My last venture up this lane essentially changed my life, at least my perspective on life, and now I feel like I'm entering a kind of twilight zone or maybe another dimension. A three day Christmas party at Sam Darquesied's bondage ranch... the mind boggles at the i...
Prologue The Real Estate Office was my father's business long before it was mine. In fact, I had little interest in it, beyond the obligatory summers between school terms when I helped around the office to earn extra money I spent my early teen years playing baseball, swimming in the Bay or devouring sports novels from the Book Mobile which came down our...
Chapter 1. The Emptiness Inside Sally the receptionist/nurse stuck her head round the door and said, "That was the last, Prue." Prudence cleaned down the examination table then washed her hands. A dog with "The Itch," a cat with an aching tooth, a snake that wouldn't eat and a budgerigar in its cage but already dead; that had been the evening's work. She w...